The ticking clock heralds the passing of time.
Endless, monotonous minutes creep through the hallways of the mind and the labyrinth of the soul where men are left to face himself and his irresistible compulsions. These unspoken forces drive our deepest desires and fuel our most profound fears. We are powerless in front of them, just as we are powerless in the face of the march of time.
Do you hear it?
They call for you in the midnight hour, whispering in your mind’s ears the most secret of secrets.
Do you see it?
They appear to you from the corner of your eye, beckoning you to follow them down the rabbit hole.
The clock chimes. It